Seeing Ye Lingchen coming downstairs, a sign of life finally came back to Dong Miaomiao's gaze. In a hoarse voice, she said, "Thank you."
"Don't worry about it. Getting rid of Amaterasu Genetics is my responsibility. No need to thank me," Ye Lingchen stated calmly.
After that, awkward silence followed. Both had nothing to say.
It went on until the appearance of a wonderful aroma that Dong Miaomiao, who was in a daze to finally snap back to attention. She could not resist taking a good whiff, then looked toward the kitchen.
Wisps of smoke came out of there, along with an intense aroma that filled the entire room, growing richer as time passed.
Although she wanted to continue steeping in sorrow, the aroma seemed to carry a magical ability to easily pull her out of that rut.
She had nothing for breakfast. Her stomach was empty since the previous night.
"How about it? You want some?"
